“It wasn’t,” Bjorn said, his voice gruff as he closed the distance between them and wrapped Viggo into a tight hug. He rubbed his chin on Viggo’s head and stroked his back. “We were attacked. It was my fault for not telling you and thinking I could handle it on my own.”
Viggo huffed out a laugh against his neck. “You weren’t exactly yourself.”
“My wolf knows better,” Bjorn countered, giving his sleeping wolf an angry poke. It stirred, radiating a sleepy annoyance that quickly morphed into contrition when it realized what was going on.
“I missed you,” Viggo mumbled. “I thought I’d fucked it up and lost you.”
“You didn’t,” Bjorn rumbled, kissing the top of Viggo’s head. Viggo tilted his head back, dragging his lips over Bjorn’s chin and up to his mouth where they clashed in an open-mouthed kiss.
Bjorn moaned when Viggo rose up to stand on the same step as him, pushing close and licking into his mouth while reaching up and tangling his fist in Bjorn’s hair. The tug on his scalp went right to Bjorn’s cock, the small hint of pain a delicious compliment to the aggressive way Viggo invaded his mouth.
He surrendered to the kiss, letting Viggo take the lead. Viggo pushed him up the stairs and into the hall, their lips never breaking contact, where he pushed Bjorn to the floor and straddled him.
On his back, Viggo’s solid weight pushing down on his chest, hand fisted tight in his hair, Bjorn closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being ravaged. Viggo’s cock pushed against his stomach, the hard length straining to escape Viggo’s shorts, and his own cock was rock hard and leaking inside his jeans.
His balls felt like they were going to burst, he was so close to coming.
“So you’re not unhappy?” Viggo asked, lifting up and resting his weight on his elbow next to Bjorn’s face. A droplet of sweat fell from his hair and landed with a plop on Bjorn’s cheek.
“Not even a little bit,” Bjorn said, breathless and relieved as he looked into Viggo’s eyes and saw nothing but want. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Viggo grinned, flashing his perfect teeth, his expression morphing into a groan as he lowered his head and buried his face in Bjorn’s neck.
“What?” Bjorn asked, laughing and stroking his side.
“We have a human.”
“I noticed.” Bjorn grinned, placing a wet kiss on Viggo’s temple. “He’s cute.”
“He is,” Viggo said, pushing back up on his elbow. “He’s fucking adorable. I got him for you so that you could feel like a real alpha and stop being feral.”
Bjorn burst out laughing, throwing his head back before turning to look at his husband with fond exasperation. Viggo blushed, and Bjorn reached up and stroked his cheek.
“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard,” he said, chuckling when Viggo’s blush deepened. “I know you must have been desperate, Viggo, but holy fuck, what were you thinking?”
Viggo sat up, straddling Bjorn’s waist and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I thought it might fix you. I didn’t know what else to do!” The last statement was defensive and a little hurt, so Bjorn reached up and placed his hand on Viggo’s thigh, rubbing it.
Of course Viggo had gone to drastic measures trying to fix him. He wouldn’t have expected anything less.
“I get it. I don’t know what I would have done if I was in your shoes.”
“You probably would have figured everything out right away,” Viggo grumbled, but he no longer sounded hurt so Bjorn was happy.
“I doubt that.” Bjorn tilted his head, wondering. “How did you get him to join the pack, anyway? That couldn’t have been an easy sell when it was just you and your feral second.”
“I didn’t have to sell it,” Viggo said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. He brushed an imaginary speck of dust off his arm. “I got him through Life Mate.”
Bjorn pushed Viggo off him, rising to his feet and crossing his arms. He scowled down at his husband. “You did what?”
Viggo rose up and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the sweaty locks back. “I thought I needed a human to fix you, and so I went through the proper channels to get one. Isn’t that what Life Mate is for?”
“And how did Sebastian feel about suddenly having to come live with a pair of fucking werewolves?” Bjorn poked Viggo in the chest. “I can’t believe you. Where is he, by the way?” Bjorn looked around, tilting his head and listening for any sign of the human’s presence.
Viggo batted Bjorn’s finger away and shoved him back a step. “He’s staying with his mom. I wanted him out of the way until I figured out whether or not getting rid of the moonrock would put you back to normal. He’ll be back on Sunday.”
“Does he want to be back on Sunday?” Bjorn challenged.
“Do you want him back on Sunday?” Viggo tilted his head, the corner of his mouth turning up like it always did when he thought he was being clever. He walked into the living room, gesturing for Bjorn to follow, and sat down on the leather sofa. He grabbed a bunched-up shirt from under the pillow next to him. He looked up at Bjorn. “I thought we needed Sebastian to fix you, and I’ll admit I was willing to be a little cruel in getting him to come live here against his will. Now that I know that we don’t actually need him, we can give him some money, lay down some ground rules, and then just leave him alone. Is that what you want?”
